Oh have I got a treat for you guys!! I'm pleased to say that I have the lovely Doris O'Connor on the blog today celebrating her newest release.
Now I'm lucky enough to have the lady herself here to talk about this sizzling new piece!
Thanks so much for having me here today to share a little
about my new release, Sol and the Magic Fingers.
This story was a dream to write, because it literally wrote
itself J
I've always been fascinated by Genies. Aladdin was one of my favourite stories
as a child. So, when a reader left a comment on my blog wishing for a magical
e-reader, I immediately thought, "Oohh, now there's an idea."
I was busy with other things, until New Year's Eve, when I
was standing at my kitchen sink, doing the washing up, and … Poof … in true
Genie style there was Sol in my head, telling me the entire first chapter.
Now, I love it when that happens, but it was New Year's Eve
and I had a poorly toddler to boot. However, I know when resistance is futile,
and like the dutiful author I am, I sat down and took dictation. Four am the
next morning saw me type The End. J
So, there you have it. The magical journey of Sol, lol. I
hope you enjoy reading his story as much as I enjoyed writing it…
Blurb:
Breaking your e-reader at the end of a long and trying day
is enough to send any woman over the edge. Karen's one treat are her naughty
stories. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Saucy stories in the old library? It doesn't seem likely, but
when Karen is sent home with an odd looking reading device magic happens at the
touch of her fingers. Is the drop dead gorgeous man she encounters real or just
a flight of her imagination?
Caught in a weekend of sexual delight, will she lose her
heart, as well as her inhibitions? And is there any future for the two of them?
Excerpt:
She jumped up, rinsed off her plate in
the sink, and grabbing a fresh cup of coffee on the way, headed for the
sanctuary of her bedroom. Here she liked to immerse herself in her stories, to
forget about her worries, and let herself be transported into another world of
drop dead gorgeous men, who actually knew how to pleasure a woman, and didn't
leave their dirty socks on your bedroom floor. She giggled at the thought and
ran her hands over the e-reader. Just like before it seemed to come to life in
her hands. It shimmered and grew, and as if by magic the story she'd been
reading appeared on the screen. Well,
Mr. Jones had said it was in there. She found her place and started reading.
Two hours later she dropped the reader
out of her clammy hands and drew a ragged breath into her lungs. Wow, that had
been an intense read. The story was hot, but somehow, this time round it had
felt as though she had been the heroine in the book, so
engrossed had she been in the scenes unfolding in her mind. Beads of
perspiration covered her body, and her breasts felt heavy and so sensitive that
the slightest touch of her blouse against her hard nipples sent darts of
stinging awareness between her thighs. Her underwear was soaked through with
the evidence of her arousal, and a mere brush of her fingers over the engorged
nub at the top of her slit was all it took for her to tumble into a
breathtaking orgasm.
When she had her breathing back under
control, she smiled, as her fingertips touched the reader. It brightened and
vibrated slightly, and Karen couldn't stop herself from murmuring her wish.
"If only you could magic me a real
life man like the ones in your stories." The reader grew hot, and Karen
yelped as it burned her fingertips. She blew on them and frowned, but the
reader was once again back to normal. Still that odd looking design, but not
glowing, vibrating, or otherwise, and—she touched it gingerly—not hot. Karen
shook her head at her fanciful imaginings and headed for the shower.
That's what she needed, a nice long, hot
shower to chase away the cobwebs and a chance to try out her new waterproof
dildo. She sniggered as she turned on the shower and eyed the huge phallus
shaped object. She would see…
She switched on the shower and stepped
under the heavy stream. The power shower had been the major selling point when
Karen had bought her apartment. Where other women soaked in the bath, she
lingered in the shower. Nothing like letting the jets of hot water soothe
cramping muscles and drain the stresses of the day down the swirling plughole.
She closed her eyes and let her mind wander. She wasn't really standing in the
shower—no she was on a tropical island under a cascading waterfall, waiting for
her lover to appear. She smiled and cupped her breasts, imagining it was
another set of hands massaging the heavy globes. She leaned back against the
tiles to steady herself, only in her imagination it was her lover's hard
muscled chest. Two strong arms circled her, and her heart did a silly little
flop, as teeth grazed her ear.
"I've got you. Just let yourself
feel." The deeply seductive, slightly accented voice dripped over her
senses, like hot, molten chocolate, and the unmistakable edge of command caused
a delicious flutter of excitement deep inside her core. He trailed his large,
slightly calloused hands along her arms and pulled them up high above her head.
Something wrapped around her wrists and another tug brought her up on her
tiptoes. She swayed until his hard arm ‘round her waist grounded her against
him. A hair-roughened thigh slipped between her legs, creating delicious
friction against her core, and a rush of her juices coated her nether lips.
"Who are you?" She had to ask,
even if it meant spoiling the magic, for the hard cock pressing into her ass
cheeks left her in no doubt that she was not on her own. Either she was fast
asleep, having the most erotic dream yet, or she had indeed been joined in the
shower by an unknown man, whose clean and slightly spicy musk permeated her
consciousness, and pitched her arousal higher still. Like the strongest
aphrodisiac, his scent surrounded her, strange and familiar all at once, and
the frisson of fear the absurdity of the situation brought with it, just
increased the intensity of her feelings.
"I'm Sol, and I'm here to make your dreams come
true. Will you let me?"
Buy Links:
http://www.bookstrand.com/sol-and-the-magic-fingers
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for
Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people
find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler
and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust
bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess
she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like
working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more
than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend
to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris
burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and
quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving
alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From
contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are
guaranteed.
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